7. Debts and Organs

MATTEO

I watched the cab leave and caught her staring back at me with doe eyes that anyone could look into and say, 'Yup! Just got fucked.' The cab disappeared through a turn and I dragged myself back to the wall, leaned against it and pulled out a cigar.

One puff was enough to slump my shoulders and reality hit me.

"What the fuck was that all about, Matteo?" mumbling, I turned to stare at the lifeless body still in that corner and my eyes swept up the wall where it happened. Where I'd been buried balls deep inside a stranger.

A virgin too, might I add. No way she was experienced with how hard she came and how tight she was, but having your first time in an alley was wild and a story to brag about in the hood.

Mine was in a church with a nun whose body was supposed to be for the Lord. I guess she didn't mind sharing it with us sinners.

"Here again tonight?" I turned to Luca who got down from parking the van on pedestrians. He bounced without a care, fixing his glove as he watched me with very keen eyes. "You're hell bent on making trouble, and why the fuck do you look like that, huh?"

Like what?

"The little miss from last night let you hit, didn't she?" he broke into a slow smile then grinned like a win for one was a win for all.

Somehow, the thought didn’t sit well with me tonight.

"You look shaken. It was either good pussy or…" he tried to guess, my silence only egging him on. "Come on, man, talk to me, what's wrong?"

"There's a dead body," I managed to say, pushed off the wall and stomped on the cigar.

"Don't waste good smoke, what the fuck," he grumbled but followed behind me as I led him to where the bastard laid. "Yeesh! You sure did burst those balls. What happened?"

"Attempted rape," I narrowed my eyes, catching Luca suddenly going tense. We both knew why.

"Shit!" he turned to me with worried eyes. "Are you-"

"Camille," I sighed. "She almost got raped."

Luca blinked out of the shock, confused, "Then how did you fuck her with all of that going on? Consolation-"

I snickered, shaking my head, "No. I don’t know. Just… clean this up. He's one of his boys."

"Shit! Dante? What the fuck, Matteo? We agreed not to be hasty."

That was the plan.

"Why the fuck did you go and get us noticed? Now the bastard would know we're onto him. He keeps his eye on every fucking division under his balls." Luca continued to rant, fuming in anger. "We better hope he's not dead." he placed a hand to the scum's neck while a dark cloud hung over my chest.

I still had some bullets left in my gun. He better be dead or else.

"Shit! His pulse is very fucking faint. He's hanging on by a thread," he took out his phone to make a few calls while I took out my gun to finish what I started, helping God clear out the weed amongst his harvest.

"What the fuck, Matteo!" Luca screamed, standing in the way with a furious dead serious look. "No."

"Step aside, Luca. I'm not going to ask twice."

He gulped under the sound of my voice but shook his head, "I knew it was a bad idea to let you hang around this place. Should've sent our men instead. Look, we can get out of this the easy way or risk the chairman getting involved."

Father wouldn't care about these small fries but he knew the grudge in my heart and the promise I'd made to myself and sworn to him.

"For fuck sake, ugh! Just… let me handle this! He's supposed to come to us, remember? Push him over the edge so when he acts, father will end it himself. Provoking him to anger isn't the plan."

I lost sight of it when I walked in on the scene. At first I said, "she brought this upon herself." but even wearing a mini skirt, a bra and walking alone in the middle of the freaking night didn't term her prey.

Weak and defenceless! No one should have their guard up in a world they had the same rights to live in just like you! No one should pay the price of your parents lack of training!

My head banged and ached as every single thought hit me with a rising level of vehemence and anger. "Get him out of my sight," I gruffed and lowered my weapon, grudgingly putting it behind me.

I was no different from these men who walked around like they owned the Earth and you needed their permission to do anything. I wielded power too. Dark, twisted power that snatched and ruined lives.

Here I was acting to be a saint, pathetic. I bet it fooled Camille good and well, enough to make her spread her legs and moan shamelessly for a complete stranger.

"Thank you," Luca heaved a sigh and made his phone call to the gang's doctor. "Hurry up, boys," he beckoned as the van backed into the alley. A few men stepped down to take care of the body.

"Evening, boss," they greeted as they went about their business while I burned another cigar for the night.

"I looked into the man and did as you requested," Luca said beside me. "It's done. Now will you tell me why you're interested in this girl…?"

"No particular reason," was a lie and he knew me very well to never act without my own gain. "Her father owes-"

"Yes, I looked. Had to fake a name and a person to buy his debts."

Smart move. I didn't want it being traced but that's besides the point.

"We're using her to draw attention, aren't we?" he hit the nail right on the head. Sometimes it was a curse to have such a smart underling. A curse Dante wished he had.

"No," I puffed another drag and suddenly remembered how she was pretty knocked out from this shit. "I am."

"Whatever you say, I'm game. Now let's go retrieve our debt for the night or you’re suddenly having second thoughts after tasting that pussy?" he teased.

She wished. I wrinkled my nose, displeased at my body's betrayal back there. I still couldn't fathom how I whipped out my dick and allowed myself to fuck someone who was obviously traumatized.

Her moans, however, told me differently.

"It's all just the same damn hole."

Some people just didn't get that. Explains why when the door was suddenly kicked open and my men stormed in, her father was right above her, ripped her clothes that she served her large boobs in everyone's face.

He was quick to offer her as a collateral. The shocked look on her face was clearly hypocritical. Honey, what more did you expect from a man who attempted to rape you several times, beat you up and take all your money? She was better off selling herself to a high ranking gangster. Few death threats, rape-- but nothing she wasn't already used to.

"Already had!" I sneered as I walked in and her eyes rolled to mine, her pretty mouth hanging loose.

Well I didn’t lie, now did I? A review for the next merchant? It was tight enough to snap one's dick off.

Clueless, the old man glanced between his daughter and I, curious as to what I meant. Sarcasm? Truth? But did I stutter?

I looked around their place. A small bed that obviously couldn’t contain two people was folded in one corner. A table sat in the middle of the room where empty cans of drinks were laid out. The old man was a complete mess and this wasn't a suitable environment for a young lady like herself.

I walked over to the couch by the window, sat and crossed my legs, burning another cigar to get rid of her flowery scent in the midst of all this chaos and my eyes rolled off her beautiful large tits that had both my attention and my men's.

Luca would've swooned and drooled if he was here and not waiting in the car.

"Throw some clothes on," I frowned and just then, she gathered the few pieces of her shirt and wrapped them over her boobs while holding my gaze as if she still couldn't believe her eyes.

"Y-You like what you see?" the old man offered with a cheerful grin. What was he being all smiley about? "I didn't know you've met my daughter. She's a good girl, I assure you. A virgin-"

"With what I just saw," I smoked my pipe. "I doubt that. If you'd fuck your own daughter, who else wouldn't you have offered her to?"

Camille kept her head down, cheeks bright red. No way she was ashamed. That was too pure a reaction for a woman who would boink in an alley. Couldn't keep it in, could she?

"I assure you. I haven't done anything to her. I always try to teach her to stay pure unlike her foolish mother. I-I don't have the money but for the meantime while she gathers it, she can keep you occupied, if you know what I mean."

"In one day?" she was trembling from the humiliation, tears dropping on her thighs.

"No, you can keep her until she completes the-"

"Dad!" she whispered in a trembling voice. "I'm right here. How can you… say that?"

Without flinching, he continued like she was a ghost in the room. The dynamics of their relationship was interesting to watch. Not on Camille's part though, the little thing looked broken.

Only a fool would have such high hopes for a deadbeat man. How foolish could she get?

"She can do it. She'll do anything; cook, clean-"

"Cooking and cleaning doesn't even cover the interest. So how will I get my money back? The fastest way would be organ harvesting," fear flashed in his eyes while Camille finally looked at me as tears streamed down her face.

She looked so much better being fucked with tears in her eyes.

"… of families. Your wife, however, don't give two fucks about you-"

"Mom?" I heard her faint whisper.

"Your oldest son, now that's a different bargain. He's very far away but we can always drag him back, take an organ or two without his consent of course. Pretty sure yours is already messed up from all that drinking-"

"N-No," she hiccupped, a look of horror on her face. From what I heard, after her mother disappeared one day, she had never laid eyes on her. Her brother took off a few years ago and she never heard from him again. Everyone deserted the miserable thing, except her.

Unless she liked the abuse, why did she stay?

"He's the only family I've got left," her words from last night waltzed back to me. How desperate was she to cling to him despite all that he put her through even now?

"You can take Lucia. I don't care. The bitch spent the money with me anyways. Let her pay for it!" the fool ranted on. "And that boy, Gaston, can die a miserable death for all I care."

I rose to my feet having heard enough for one night. "Bind him and take him to the doctor. Let us see which one of his organs is good enough."

"What?" he screamed. "But-- her… she'll do it. She'll be your personal whore. I'll find the money- let me go! Hey! Please! Camille, you fool! Say something. I'm your father. You'll let them take me away? After all I've done for you? You ungrateful bitch! I should've killed you when I had the chance!"

There's suddenly a quick sharp sound of someone struggling for air. Turning to look, I saw her clutching her chest as she tried to breath, face pale and eyes wide with fear. Her breaths were rapid, lips parted as she gasped to keep breathing. She wasn't handling the situation very well.

"Bring her,” she'll do well in my little whore house with all the other girls.